A whisper drifts through the alleyways of forgotten dreams, where melodies once danced. The echoes remain, yet the song is...
Somewhere, a clock ticks in reverse, unraveling time into strands of muted color and scattered thoughts. Remember the feeling of...
Shadows stretch like fingers searching for something that never was, never will be. In every pause, an unfinished hum lingers, like words...
Visit the corridors where dreams used to be, there may be remnants here or over there.
Listen closely, can you hear the distant echoes that never spoke?